.........- ', '/ ,)l :: ' fJ: : ;j;-- _.;}?;:} ,:: mv ":, r ! 4 , 1'1" '\ o } ,1 , l' ,.; * ,< ,,:''''' " i,j< f; ''f : ; . /," ,. -Ø 7-t J : ;,i ' .' i : >>$ # i 'i.;-,<, """'; , > ,; \.:/;,t'[ . ." t. . i' ,<, ,,,,",,, '''', ,:<< ,:,'v,,;i^ '" '1: "' 'f:,i r 'Ä " \fj " r :':<;---:"':":j :' b :" '..,;,;,f l\ _ } ' . ':""""" :;<:; ' : --', :'=r "' . I .;7' '" \ 10 remaining unchanged from year to year -war, poverty, melancholia, and the lethal fume" from internal combustion. ReaS01l A FELLOW who has lately had occasion to apply to a local bank for a personal loan was telling us about it at lunch the other day. He said he was a little worried, that he wasn't sure the application would be approved. He's married, with two dependents, makes a good salary, and has impeccable refer- ences, so we couldn't see what obstacle could possibly stand in the way of a lit- tle touch. "Well," he explained, "you know where it says on the blank, 'State the purpose for which this loan is to be used'? I put down, 'To start a checking accoun t.' " Gus W ITH local politics in their present confused state, it's quite possible that November's municipal election will ,$ . ,:,:\,t=K:P: : j-:-.-.:. 1 ' v" , ' l/ 'I ,'V_ · tÍ'--/ ",. /1 .. . i ,. '::, , I 1 ,<". . ..:::... .. ,, .... .. - j / '''iC :;,j: j t "f :" "'I':,::" :':{ , I " '> , '; i( .: ;j. t)\\t; .It t,. ,:,,,.-- ' .;.lì i: t;r _ ",. It >, <1', ,Jj j/'1' :: w ,J ,: :; ,; I: ill .....--::.::-;::?::::;..:..::-.:. '''ii,., " , "";:::: ",: ,,} b- , ,:::: : ::iM,t"" t"--"'--'.' : im? three inches tall. His height lets him in for all sorts of Mutt-and- Jeff gibes, especially when he has his picture tak- en with either LaGuardia or McGold- rick. Mr. Morris was educated at Groton, Yale, and Yale Law School. He came through his education without a scratch, except that once he lost his rowing pants in a Harvard-Yale freshman crew race. Having a bad habit of slipping off his slide at the start of a race, he nailed the trunks firmly to the slide. The shell upset after the race, and he had to choose between loss of life and loss of modesty, with the result that he ap- peared on the boathouse float wearing his socks and nothing else; good train- ing, he says, for a man who was later to be a Republican alderman on a Demo- cratic-controlled Board of Aldermen. Married, and with a legal practice in New York, he got into politics first as an election district captain in the solidly Republican 15th Assembly District. Then he became president of his dis- trict club; then an assistant corporation counsel in Albany, when he did consid- erable work on city fi- nances; and finally, in a special election in 1934, alderman. He was reëlected alderman the next year, in a reg- ular election for a two- year term. His first setback came last fall, when he ran for presi- dent of the Board of Aldermen and lost with Landon. Life as an alderman has its ups and downs, Mr. Morris says. People telephone morning and night wanting Depart- ment of Sanitation trucks to stop making noise in their neighbor- hood, or demanding in- tercession with the police for traffic offenc- es; on the other hand, there are such stirring experiences as the time when, at a confused and alcoholic banquet of White Russians, Mr. Morris was introduced as Langdon Post and had to give an address on housing problems. There have also been glorious run-ins with see only one real Republican on the Re- publican ticket-Newbold Morris, who hopes to get the post of president ,of the newly created Council of New York, which next year replaces the Board of Aldermen. Dimly cheered by this note of orthodoxy in a changing world, we dropped over to Park Avenue for a chat with Mr. Morris, who civilly made us welcome to the 15th Alder- manic District and delved into his past for our edification. The Morrises, as you probably know, are among our oldest families, Lewis Morris having been one of the signers of the Declara- tion of Independence. Mr. Morris is in the Social Register, and so, last year, was his sister-in-Iaw's dog, a Peke named Rose. The name Newbold, which might be supposed to frighten proletarian voters, comes from the pa- ternal side of Mr. Morris's family and is nothing that he can help. Hls full name is A. Newbold Morris, and his friends call him Gus, which explains everything. He's thirty-five years old, good-looking, well-dressed, six feet l '<j i Øi ! f' I ì I, { ,: ,,; ':' . l , 't ::i '::: i:h ",X .fr..... ,^ ;/.,' '( ) ',"--' , " '< t t.: "Well, well, I've often wondered what happened to old Running VJi 7 olf." AVCiUST 14, 1937